Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.